Chapter 109 Encounter With The Darklord

• He spun around, and the moment his gaze met mine, it felt as though the world had narrowed to just the two of us. His smirk—so familiar yet disturbingly foreign—sent a chill down my spine.
• This was Evan’s face, but the man before me was nothing like the one I knew. His smirk was dark, predatory, a cruel twist of his lips that Evan had never worn.
• His brow seemed permanently furrowed, shadowing eyes that were now pools of inky black, reflecting a soul as dark as the abyss. His shoulders, broader than before, carried a new weight of power, and his stride was longer, more confident, and filled with a sinister pride.